I spy a cute little caterpillar,

It wiggles and eats

Nibbling on a sticky weed

Living off garden-sweets.

I pulled a headstrong weed up out of the ground

Off falls my little pet

I gently, carefully scoop him up,

And put him in a house of net.

A flat green land being eaten away

Helps to make the home cozy

Soon it holds a small purse

As my family plays ring-around-the-rosy.

One day, after a long wait,

The magic bag opens letting free the done

Inside is a butterfly no longer slumbering,

Slowly drying its new wings in the sun.

He sits on a flower seemingly

made of gold that seems to glow

learning about his new body.

I got to watch him grow.

Now wings flutter as

he circles around my house,

after looking for friends

he rests on a birdhouse.

(this is the first poem I remember writing, its from like 2015 i think)